Deep Purple
Posted on November 2, 2008
By Christopher Foss
Bipartisan - [bahy-pahr-tuh-zuh n] - a word slathered across our consciousness during this election cycle by both U.S. political parties, with a special nod to the media, is of the same pedigree it might be argued as two other bi-words: bipolar and bisexual. The prefix-âbiâ may suggest a comfortable melding of opposites, but in fact an âuneasyâ relationship exists between the two, disparate yet conjoined elements. Then there is the suffix, âshipâ in âbipartisanship,â which often denotes something positive, as in âsportsmanship,â âstewardship;â however, in the U.S. right now, the âshipâ of âbipartisanshipâ is, well, adrift.
In this day and age of culture wars, identity politics, and red and blue state world views, itâs a stretch to imagine hardcore Republicans and Dems actually putting aside their differences to reach bipartisan consensus on the pressing issues of the day, or any dayâ issues like war, climate change, financial meltdown, or even a crazy little thing called âthe pursuit of happiness.â (Note: happiness in America varies according to party affiliation; it can mean variously, life unfettered by excessive taxation, freedom to marry anyone and anything, and oh yes, it can refer to that precious 2nd Amendment right claimed by our frontier forefathers and Charlton Heston: the right to bear arms âtil hell freezes over.)
The sad truth is that we have become a country of overt partisans, whose unalloyed allegiance to party makes every issue a referendum on party principle and loyalty. Nothing can get done or improved in this ultra-political environment. The many calls for bipartisanship in this context sound hollow, even absurd. Theyâre the equivalent of urging a bipolar gentleman that his manic side should embrace his depressed side. Not going to happen. Partisans are by definition fused to their identity as party loyalists; they donât compromise reallyâjust make deals as it suits them. No wonder the centerâpolitical or otherwiseâcannot hold.
Not long ago, Barack Obama was spotted âoverreaching across the aisleâ when he declared that Americans should be able to find common ground on abortionâ i.e. agree itâs bad, that there are alternatives, and that Right-to-Liferâs need to chill baby.
Then on CNN recently, there was the spectacle of a McCain campaign spokesman declaring that Obama is not as bipartisan as McCain. Said head proclaimed that Obamaâs reaching across the aisle to Senator Richard Lugar, in the effort to halt nuclear proliferationâŚdoesnât count. Holding the line against Armageddon is a no-brainer, the flak said, and therefore cannot be bipartisan. If this is the case, bipartisanship is only an excuse for passing non-emergency bills which betray core party principles. Like Democrats supporting tax breaks for oil companies.
Moreover, while implying the setting aside of differences for the greater good, bipartisanship has nothing whatsoever to do with compromise. Take the recent partisan maneuvering prior to passage of the emergency financial bailout legislation. During this entire charade, “bipartisanship” was the political watchword, code for the game of muscle-flexing being played. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the two parties coming together to resolve the financial mess we’re in.
Nowadays, true compromise rarely enters the picture, dressed as it is in bipartisan garb. It merely signals the political necessity of agreement among both parties for bills to get passedânot the making of good decisions for the country. The cardinal example of this, of course, is the Iraq war. Where was the honest and cold-eyed assessment of issues and risks? Or maybe the better question is: Where was partisan gridlock when we needed it? Read more
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When the Dow Breaks
Posted on October 10, 2008

The forbidden word is anarchy, though so far weâve bitten our lips, and treated it in much the same vein as recession was whispered until now. âIf we donât say it, maybe it wonât happen. And if it does, god forbid, nobody will be able to say that we were the ones who did it.â
If only such logic flew. If only we could be five again, and by putting our heads under the blankets, we could make the monsters disappear. But the monsters are going nowhere; these guys have wind at their backs to grow exponentially. How tenuous is the state of our union? We are one bullet in Barack Obamaâs head away from a wave of violence like none weâve seen since the Civil War. And beyond that, on a global level, such anarchy could lead to financial markets cratering, riots worldwide, the overthrow of governments by military juntas, and undemocratic powers like China and Russia stepping in to fill the void.
Take it from a history major, things could get rough. Not only are we facing economic depression, but weâre tip-toeing on the fringes of a serious social breakdown. Worst case scenario? The collapse of the United States into a balkanized confederation of nations, similar to Europe. Doesnât seem possible? Hereâs why it could be.
As we sit here, unhinged voices at McCain/Palin rallies are yelling âkill himâ about Barack Obama. The Secret Service has begun investigating Republican campaign events, so angry has their tenor grown, and are doing so while neither McCain nor Palin do anything to diminish the uproar. The Republican ticket has apparently decided the only way to win the election is by making hundreds, if not thousands, of mentally unbalanced Americans violently angry with Obama. Not just crackpots, of courseâtheyâre more of an unintended consequence. Even so, the message is directed to said-homicidal-voter’s swelling patriotism while inferring that Obama is a Manchurian candidateâa Hussein named, terrorist fist-bumping, secret stooge of Al Qaeda. While the vast majority of Republicans might view this as political theater, the insane tend to take such things more literally.
John McCain doesnât want Barack Obama shot, but he appears increasingly willing to play to the passions of poor, unstable Americans. Voters like Timothy Dale Johnson, a disgruntled Little Rock, Arkansas, man, who earlier this summer stormed Democratic Party headquarters and murdered state party chairman Bill Gwatney. Johnson, who worked maintenance at a local Target, blamed Gwatney and Democrats in general for having a bad job. Read more
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Have Shovel, Will Govern
Posted on July 28, 2008
Iâd never heard of Toyako, Japan. I thought someone misspelled Tokyo by accident. But Toyako was the name of the place, a picturesque resort that Cheney had stripped off the map. All I could find online was a cartoon man pulling a rickshaw. This was where we sent President Bush as our envoy to the G-8 summit. He signed a pledge to halve carbon emissions by 2050, but otherwise he didn’t do much. What we really learned about him was this: The dude has serious skills with a shovel.
Study the photographic evidence. This is a man who takes pride in shoveling. The backdrop was a tree planting, a symbolic admiration of life. Itâs always delightful to watch heads of state, dressed in their finely tailored suits, taking a breather from debating the impending collapse of the economy to plant a row of firs.
Current events havenât left them with much. The G-8 has no Middle East members, so what else can they really do but smile and shovel sod for the cameras? At least the President likes shoveling, so all wasnât lost. A photo search of âBush with Shovelâ returns ninety-two thousand photos. Many arenât of Bush shoveling dirt, but shoveling seems to be a cornerstone of Bushâs photographic legacy. Hereâs one of the President with a gold shovel. Hereâs one of him shoveling with the Presidents of Canada and Mexico. Hereâs Bush tearing up the North Lawn to replace a fallen elm. And hereâs Bush in Toyako, a picture of Protestant work ethicâback straight, eyes to the ground, shovel held with strong, locked wrists. All the while, the young Russian President taps at the soil, and the French and German Prime Ministers look to be doing light gardening.
Bush doesnât garden. Bush is a shoveler, a man who shovels when the cameras are off. Heâs clearing brush, lost in sweet dreams.  Heâs back in Crawford, home at the ranch. Itâs late January and the men in suits have disappeared. The world is somebody elseâs problem. âLaura, whereâs my shovel?â he asks. Finally. Finally.
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Axis of Egos
Posted on July 4, 2008
When Walter answered his phone, he was genial. âWhatever you need,â he told me casually. Walter was a congressman from North Carolina; he later coined the term freedom fries, then became the first Republican to change his mind about Iraq. This tells you a thing or two about Walter. My job was to ask semi-probing questions. I was a wire reporter for the Fayetteville Observer-Times, stationed in WashingtonâIâd never even been to North Carolina. My editor told me what to write, I was little more than his apple-cheeked mercenary. Military, tobacco, and the occasional soft piece were the usual items on my agenda.
I tried to pick my subjects wiselyâor as shrewdly as a twenty-three year old could. Iâd been pushing to write a story about the fifteen-or so folks in the state named after senator Jesse Helms. Helms was a modern political giant, loved by legions, hated by other legions, but nonetheless an historical figure. I sat in Foreign Relations hearings where Helms, the Tar Heel stateâs senior senator, unfurled meaty adjectives at times when he could not abide. âAw, thatâs just plum baloney,â heâd say in his smoky mountain drawl. He tooled the marble halls of power in a sturdy, black, motorized Lark, though the Washington press corp kept this hush-hush, like Roosevelt in his wheelchair. Yes, there were better stories to chase, but I was enamored with Senator No. I wanted to ask him probing questions about what heâd learned in his time in Washington, and what he hoped to do in his final years in office.
I filed numerous press requests while my editor laughed at me for trying. But I was determined to have supper with Jesse. It became my aim, my vision quest, my lonely crusade for historical journalism before moving onto baser assignments, of which there were always many. One morning, Ed said I was to interview the stateâs congressional delegation about cum found on a blue dress. âSee what Jesse has to say about that.â
Okay, so my boss was a prick. Lesson learned. Not that it salvaged my tilted fate. I was poised to spend long hours talking with congressmen about splooge. It was seminal fluid that brought me to Walter. Not mine, or his, but we had to have a serious talk about another manâs juice. I sat at my desk for almost an hour, wondering how I should tackle the subject. Instead of cum, I could call it semen. âCongressman, Iâd like to ask you about semen. No sir, somebody elseâs semen, but nonetheless very important semen. VIP sperm.â Read more
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“Egg on his face!”
Posted on January 29, 2008
âEgg on his face!â
âEgg on his face!â
âSomeone dropped egg on the President’s face!â
âWhat an embarrassment!â
âWhat a disgrace!â
âThe President wiping egg off of his face!â
âStop all the presses! Loop the raw feed!
Get on the wire! We’ve got a new lead!â
The reporters and cameras all fight to keep pace
With the fast breaking news of egg splattered on face.
âThis just coming in,â the news anchors exhort.
âTo the White House we go for this special report.â
âWe’re on the South Lawn,â the reporters exclaim,
âOn what moments before was a typical day,
The sun shining bright, the scene festive and gay,
The Marine Band on hand getting ready to play.
It was billed by his staff as a keen photo-op.
The commander en route to the first of three stops:
A factory, school, and then he would fly straight
To a party fundraiser. Ten-thousand a plate. Read more
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